Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(55)

“Please go. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry for this. It must’ve been the wine.” I know it’s not the wine. Nevertheless, he opens the door and invites me to leave.

It’s hard. So hard to move away from his presence. I feel paralyzed, still feeling his kisses on my neck. Like iron to a magnet, I’m irresistibly attracted to him, but I know he won’t go any further tonight. I take a deep breath and, with my heart in pain, walk slowly toward the door. “Very well. Have a good night,” I reply coldly.

I think about kissing his cheek, but it might be better just to go. I’ll suffer in silence.

“Wait,” he snaps, while closing the door before I can step outside. My head down, I obey and remain silent. He stands right in front of me, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and gently brings my chin up. My heart skips a beat when I meet his eyes again. He caresses my cheek with such a warm and smooth touch that I shiver. His thumb moves slowly to my mouth, fondling it. I can’t resist further, shutting my eyes and letting him watch my lips kiss his fingertip. He swallows hard. I look up at him, but he’s still staring fixedly at them. I know he wants me. It can’t be true! He inclines his face toward mine, closes his eyes, and I finally taste the most succulent fruit I’ve ever enjoyed. My face flushes, my pussy drenches, and my heart explodes like fireworks, feeling his lips pinned on mine. I don’t want this moment to ever end. Oh my. I want you so much, Alex. While caressing my cheeks, he gives me a long and tender lingering kiss. I feel the heat of our bodies rising with every second, my desire intensifying, lust burning down between my legs at the urge to feel him. I keep smooching his lips, asking for more, but he breaks our kiss, and we open our eyes. “Oh, Petra,” he mumbles as we look into each other's eyes, his thumbs still stroking my cheeks. “Forgive me… I… I had to kiss you,” he adds, his voice warm but barely audible. I keep staring at him with parted lips, totally mesmerized. Speechless. Waiting for more. For so much more. “Have a good night.” What? He gives me another kiss, but this time on my forehead.

“Let me stay,” I beg in a whisper as I nuzzle up against him. “Let me stay.”

He shuts his eyes, hugging me tight, so tight that I can hear his heartbeat pounding fast. “I can’t…” he murmurs. The sorrow in his voice resonates through me, his rejection crushing my heart.

“Why?” I ask, matching his low tone. He presses a long good night kiss on my forehead again, but I feel his agony more than anything else.

“You know why,” he replies feebly.

I close my eyes to contain the pain and tears, knowing all too well the answer. But it’s so hard for me to accept it. My mind is intoxicated, desperate to have more of him, more of his lips, his touch, his body. It’s like my heart has been released after ten years, and I would give myself entirely and completely to him at this precise moment, anything he asked. But he reopens the door, and this time, I know it’s for good. I don’t protest, don’t reply, just leave.





Alone in bed, sleeping feels impossible. My body is burning, my mind drunk on him. Did he really kiss me? Why did he do that? Does he also have feelings for me? I close my eyes, touching his coat of arms laying on my chest. I know at least this small part of him will belong to me forever. His piercing blue eyes, his scent, the warmth of his arms, the heady sensation of being so close to him... Oh, dear. My body contorts at the very thought of him, my legs impulsively spreading apart. I’m not wearing anything underneath. I’m too warm. I timidly move my hand down to my belly button. Reaching my pelvis, I feel the heat emanating. But I can’t stop there. I slide my fingers slowly lower. I bite my bottom lip as I reach my clit. I’m soaking. I’ve never touched myself before, but I’ve never felt so horny either. My lips part in excitement as my breath quickens. I can’t help but picture his lean body on top of mine, passionately devouring my mouth, and how it’d feel having his cock perforating my hymen. “Ahh…” Maybe it’d hurt, but I moan with pleasure at these images, liking them too much. He’d be kissing my lips while thrusting into me slowly—but firmly enough—until he made his way in. Our naked bodies would be pinned against each other, trembling at the pressed rhythm of his strokes into me.

“Ahh…” I moan again, this time louder. “Deeper…” I whisper to him.

My fingers continue to rub around my clit, faster and faster, like his cock obeying my commands. I feel tempted to slip one inside, but resist—my pussy belongs to him, and only he can get inside. Fuck. If I can’t have him in real life, at least in my most intimate dreams, he’s all mine.

“You belong entirely to me, Petra. I love you,” he’d whisper after cumming, and he’d kiss my forehead just like he did tonight.

Between panting breaths and a sweaty face, I smile at him, knowing I’m his woman. He’s finally deep inside, and I feel myself bleeding. I look into his blue eyes—they always take my breath away—and, my heart at his mercy, I breathe, “I love you, Alexander.”

Oh God, is it obsession? Lust? Love? Everything together? I don’t know, but of one thing I’m certain—Alexander Van Dieren will be the only one to have me. No matter what. No matter how long I have to wait. I belong entirely to him. I know he wants me. I know he wants me as much as I want him. Gosh. I feel a warm fluid dripping down between my legs. I swallow hard. It’s definitely not his, but mine. I feel so relieved afterward that I’m finally ready to sleep like a baby.